451 The bitterness of the Grace of the Flowers

Lin Qingquan raised her hand, and the corpse of the miscellaneous immortal was collected into the blood dome by her, and she said to Zhu Ba, whose face changed: "You can search for the memory of this lone wolf, and you may be able to use it in the future." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Zhu Ba reacted at this time, his eyes flickered, and he had a little more respect for Lin Qingquan, he put his hand on the top of the lone wolf's head, the lone wolf was first angry, then frightened, his body kept twisting, but after a while, he stopped moving, and his expression was sluggish.

"That's it!" Zhu Ba nodded.

Lin Qingquan stretched out his hand, and a little lone wolf was pulled out by her and swallowed it in one gulp, Zhu Ba saw it in his heart and didn't say a word.

The two cleaned up the battlefield and flew towards the Seven Feelings Palace.

Not long after the two left, two rays of light flashed, and two people appeared on the battlefield just now, and they were the patriarch of the fat beauty and luxury.

With just a slight sweep, he knew that the person he was looking for had already left, and said disappointedly: "It's already gone, it's a step too late." ā€

The extravagant patriarch said softly: "Maybe you heard it wrong, right?" I didn't hear the piano just now. ā€

Wanhua said firmly: "No, how could I hear it wrong? It must be Biluo, and it's the reincarnation of that song, I can't be mistaken, the love must be back. ā€

The patriarch was a little skeptical: "How could she survive when she was so seriously injured?" Ahua, you must be mistaken. ā€

"No, it's him back, a Lei Jun who went to the Nether some time ago said that he heard the sound of Biluo's piano in the Nether, and the person who played the piano also looked like a crosshair, he wasn't dead yet, he must have come back." Grace muttered.

The luxury patriarch raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ah Hua, what do you think?" Do you want to die in love or do you want him to live? ā€

Wanhua's complexion changed drastically, her body trembled slightly, and she shook her head painfully: "I don't know, I don't know what I think, I feel like I've been in a dream for tens of thousands of years, but I have no desire to be a king, how can I dream?" What the hell is going on? This is the only time in every month that I feel more sober, I don't want to die, how can I want him to die? He is the brother of the deity, we swore when we were children, born on the same day, and became a god on the same day, how can he die? ā€

In the end, Wu Hua's expression became misty, and her words were incoherent, as if she was in a dream.

Patriarch Hao looked distressed, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "If you know your mind, he won't blame you." ā€

"No, Ah Qing must be blaming me, otherwise why didn't he come to me for 30,000 years? Sister Luxury, you don't know how painful I have been in the past 30,000 years, I feel like I've done a lot of things, and what I don't understand the most is why do I like Yin Dong'er? Obviously I don't like her, what I like is Hui'er, Ah Qing also likes Hui'er, the two of us always like the same thing, Ah Qing is always like this, but I am willing to give other things to Ah Qing, only Hui'er I don't want to, but where did Hui'er go? Why doesn't she play the piano for me? ā€

Yanhua seemed to have hysteria, maybe he just wanted to find someone to talk to, so he chattered like this, the face of the patriarch of luxury was gloomy, but looking at Yanhua's expression became more and more pity, and finally became firm.

"Ah Hua, why do you always have to break my heart on this day?" Patriarch Hao sighed lightly.

"Let's go back, my sister has something to do, and she will come to you when she finishes her business." The patriarch comforted softly, but kept sneering in his heart.

Your younger sister is lying under the Emperor of Heaven at the moment, and all of you men are blind, and you actually like such a prodigal hoof, blind!

Lin Qingquan came to the woods, set up the four-pole array, and then put the seven-star array, the little turtle floated away, and its turtle head was red today, which looked very eye-catching.

Xiaobai happily greeted him, rubbed the little turtle and kept being coquettish, and took out the fairy stones it saved for the little turtle to eat.

"Grandpa Turtle, this is what I saved for you, you can eat it quickly."

The little turtle grinned, he was already the supreme level in the clouds, and he no longer needed to take immortal stones, the immortal power between heaven and earth could maintain its daily needs, otherwise, how could it survive the thirty thousand years that the master had been missing?

However, the little guy's filial piety made it very heartwarming, it held its head high, swallowed a fairy stone, and let Xiaobai eat the rest by himself, looking at the little guy who was happy to gnaw the fairy stone, the little turtle felt a pain in his heart, twisted his head to the side, and couldn't bear to look at it again.

The blue bird saw Lin Qingquan so frightened that he shrunk his neck on his wings, and he didn't dare to say a word, Lin Qingquan looked at it coldly, and said coldly: "What have you done during this time?" ā€

"No... Not... What to do, just... Stay in the palace. The bluebird replied tremblingly.

Lin Qingquan nodded with satisfaction, smiled at the blue bird, and then went inside to find love, the blue bird took a long breath, wiped away his tears, and sighed and complained to himself for a while.

Huo Yan and they had all woken up, and they had all reached the cultivation of scattered immortals, even the weakest Zhuge Tianming also had the initial cultivation of scattered immortals, and next to them stood a young man, with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, with an unruly face, and when he saw Zhu Baze, he shook his head and snorted.

Zhu Ba hugged the boy in surprise: "Son, you have successfully transformed into a young man!" Ouch, there is actually an immortal cultivator? It's really good, it's really Lao Tzu's species. ā€

It turned out that this young man was actually Xiao Fang, he got a drop of Zhu Ba's eyebrows, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and he successfully transformed into a shape, and he became the highest cultivator in their industry.

Xiao Fang awkwardly shook off Zhu Ba's hand and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't pull Lao Tzu's hand!" ā€

Zhu Ba was not angry, he smiled and patted Xiao Fang's head, and said happily: "Son, your grandfather already knows about you, and recorded you in the family tree, named Zhu Fang, you are ranked eighteen in this generation, and there will be a chance for Lao Tzu to take you back to our Zhu clan to see, see your grandfather, grandmother, and uncles and aunts, cousins and sisters, haha, our Zhu clan Ding is the most prosperous." ā€

Xiao Fang suddenly flattened his mouth: "But I want to see my mother, I don't know what she looks like?" ā€

Zhu Ba's face darkened, and he sighed: "Lao Tzu also misses your mother, your mother is really beautiful, she is the most beautiful among those fairies back then, how many people are staring at your mother, and in the end, you Lao Tzu and I got it, hehe." ā€

Xiao Fang glared at him fiercely: "You liar, if you miss my mother, why don't you guard my mother like a jade?" Do you always go to Baihualou to sleep with wild women? ā€

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they all looked at Zhu Ba, but they wanted to see how he answered his son.

Zhu Ba was also a little unsettling, but he had always been used to it, and it was only for a while that he was uncomfortable, and soon returned to normal, and said with a smile: "Son, you don't understand this, Lao Tzu, I only have your mother in my heart, and I am more solid than King Kong Jade, and my body is just a stinky skin, we immortal cultivators don't pay attention to this, even if we sleep 10,000 women, you Lao Tzu and I only have your mother in my heart." ā€

Everyone looked at Zhu Ba with disdain, he was really as thick-skinned as a city wall, and probably only he could say that prostituting women in the world was so high-sounding!

(To be continued.) )